Sunday, 15 November 2009

As if these things were self evidentIn her sleep ancient lunar fish enacted,As if before an underwater window,A comic mimicry of a sunken world,The one Kim wished to inhabit -- as ifWishing were the next best thing to beingThere. When the white moon comes up in the blackCold winter night, the skin of empire drifts offLike a poison that's evaporated; Funny, thought Kim, how the film over wordsLoses its toxic power in certain lightsAbove implication's dowager kingdom.

'knott' seems to have put into words what I meant to say. I am not very good with words, but you know what I mean Thomas.So I will pinch from 'knott'.......'it's all done with such subtle touches, in perfect control of his technique—''as ifWishing were the next best thing to beingThere' Sometimes this is so and sometimes it is better to be so, I am thinking.I am thinking, I actually do a lot of thinking!

" how the film over wordsLoses its toxic power in certain lightsAbove implication's dowager kingdom."Beautiful.The poem was very good to read. And as I write it, I am still reading it. And thinking ....

ps : Personally, I do not think a poem can impress me. And vice versa.

These are very touching and moving responses from several poetic geniuses and I am flattered and honoured. And yes, Aditya, I am even impressed, you could bowl me over with a pin.

Clearly some thinking has been done here by some very great minds. My own not included. Kim's, though, yes, definitely.

SarahA and Aditya, you will be informed that "knott" is a legendary and famous character who has over the years risen like a phoenix from his own ashes more than once and therefore must be attended to when he honours us with a visit like this.

Of this mysterious figure Samuel Beckett once wrote, "Add to this that the few glimpses caught of Mr Knott, by Watt, were not clearly caught, but as it were in glass, not a looking-glass, a plain glass, an eastern window at morning, a western window at evening..." (and so on through the mathematical permutations).

"Nowhere would anyone grant that science and poetry can be united. People forgot that science had developed from poetry and they failed to take into consideration that a swing of the pendulum might beneficently reunite the two, at a higher level and to mutual advantage." GOETHE (Goethe's Botanical Writings)

in-steps Tom eons later in the same old coat —

"When the white moon comes up in the blackCold winter night, the skin of empire drifts offLike a poison that's evaporated"

To give simple delight or complex pleasure, to offer likeminded poet friends a moment in which to think or dream, feel or imagine, inwardly dance or sing, these have been the objectives, and thus it's pleasant indeed to read these kind comments from my esteemed and honourable guests. Thanks very much, Bob, Lucy, everyone.

(Occasional visitors are encouraged to take advantage of these poets' blogs, each but a mouse click away and each opening upon a world.)

Thank you HB. Yes, this is one of those pieces where the images take over the controls and "do the talking," as if they had a mind of their own (in which case, at least somebody's got one). What a relief when that happens; one just follows along and tries to stay out of the way of whatever it is they seem to want to be saying.

oh yes i understand this... images taking over... and always when they have done what they wanted to do... and when they have said what they intended to do, i found myself saved... cured... and more at peace... lighter...

I know this post was forever ago but I wanted to say this is beautifully written. I'm a junior aquarist who found sheer joy in your words. I could feel them and see myself in the water itself. Beautifully written.........Faith